Every year I think to myself, I am going to do a 52 or 365 project this year, you know... where you take a photo a week or a day (if you're super disciplined! PS you're also my hero) and share it, somewhere... be it a blog, Facebook, Instagram, etc. And every year I fail, horribly. Like I never even start. I take and make photos all year long, but I never share them. Perhaps because in my head I'm doing it, so no need to take it that extra step and share... but really, it seems better to share and have a place to look back at one image and see what inspired me at that time. It's also a great exercise in being a self editor. This is my attempt to do a monthly project. The idea is to post a favorite image from the month. I know January isn't quite over. But this is truly a fave from this month. I don't know where my fascination with cows (and farm animals in general) stems from. It may be that they can be seen almost every time I get in the car. And the environment they are in is constantly changing and sometimes can be quite picturesque. It always seems those moments are the ones I leave my camera at home, when I'm on my way to the grocery store or running an errand. I think the universe is telling me I need to bring my camera to all of my daily activities. Haha... I might need to get a smaller camera... or a bigger bag, I can hear my shoulder protesting already ;)
These days, I greet the early morning light with a warm, albeit sleepy, hello . Sleeping in 2 to 3 hour intervals has made me appreciate the daylight and the ability to actually do something productive with the time I am awake. We are eagerly awaiting a little bundle of boy, coming in April and it seems every moment I can do something to prepare, feels like an accomplishment. And then there are moments when I know I need to take the time and do what I do - go out, ramble and photograph what inspires me. My favorite person to call to adventure with me is my dear friend Crystal. We didn't go far this particular morning, the light was flat and grey, but then the clouds broke a little, the sun made a short but spectacular show and I felt complete.
I often proclaim fall to be my favorite time of year. At least that's how I feel when it finally arrives. The colors, the textures, the smells, the much needed break from the heat... I am never sure how to celebrate my love for this time of year beyond surrounding myself with all things fall - pumpkins, mums, the browns, golds and burnt colors of the season. It always passes too fast for me, I wish it would just hang on a bit longer. Perhaps that is where my love of the season comes from, from the fleeting moment that leaves me wanting for more. I try every year to capture a little bit of the season while I can. I am a collector. Much to the chagrin of the side of me that cannot stand clutter. Today on my walk with Cooper (our dog) I decided to meet my clutter free side halfway; as we walked I began to think that all things collected don't have to be permanent, but that I can still have the fun of collecting them. As I walked I collected pieces of nature that caught my eye. I just wanted to photograph them, and then return them back into the world. Collector, satisfied. The need to be clutter-free, satisfied. Hope you all are enjoying the onset of fall and all the beauty it brings!